Every word I write feels weak in comparison to the fire inside me
Stoked higher each day, my desire was set to expire
But the date never passed.
I'm stuck inside of myself wishing for a chance
But we left 'em in the past
And the future already seems set in stone
The fire inside will burn me alive if I let it
I'm fighting to hold my tongue for the bloodletting
But I'm betting it's only upsetting to me
Use me up and let me waste away
I would give both my faces for just one more day
Crawling on my knees to kiss at your feet
I'm terrified, nowhere to hide
Tried to write this story myself but my blood just wasn't thick enough
Wish me luck
Who ever said you only die once lied.